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by Go know thyself is THE RED QUEEN on November 21st, 2008

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Since we are on one of my all time favorite subjects... Does anyone write poetry? And would anyone like to share one of their own originals with us? I would love to read them, please share!

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  • by Go know thyself is THE RED QUEEN on November 21st, 2008

    Go know thyself is THE RED QUEEN

    I'll be brave and go first!


    Prayer Beads.

    I count the prayer beads along your spine
    sitting posed and naked
    from the soul down.

    I let them slip between my fingers
    and hear my heartspeak in ferverent mantras
    of love and circumstance
    and all the fires a-lit between us
    that rise and dance like aurora
    whenever I reach out to touch you
    here, together, in this way.


    I watch them writhe and wriggle
    as you breathe in and out again
    I introduce them to my fingertips
    as wishes, expectations of time and touch
    these small things we confess and repeat
    that infiltrate and change us

    so deeply.

    Cinnabar and Teak wood
    like bones and secret sins
    Striadulations, and these markings of the skin
    Like fingerprints and pores.
    slipping down between my reaching
    and reverberating, like the name of God between us.

    Om Shanti.

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  • by Arisztid on December 19th, 2008

    Arisztid

    Let the Hate Go

    A world of colors,
    Yet hate they feel.
    A world of differences,
    They don't know what is real.

    Ethnicities, cultures,
    Differences embraced.
    Bigots see this,
    Yet it is not faced.

    Superiority felt,
    Though not deserved.
    Vile words they spout,
    In no way reserved.

    No one as good,
    As they think they are.
    One with the brush,
    One with the tar.

    Not caring at all,
    For the individual one.
    Entire groups,
    Under the gun.

    Anyone not,
    Just exactly like them.
    They want to destroy,
    With more than words they condemn.

    How can anyone,
    With any kind of heart,
    Let the hate go on,
    Ripping lives apart?

    -----------

    I almost posted one of my Holocaust poems but they are too grim.

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  • by Sodapop on December 15th, 2008

    Sodapop

    I've written a poem but i dont know if you'll like it. I entered it in the international poetry competition for this fall here in the United States. tell me how you like it.

    Title: Ivory fists of Flowers

    In my dreams i've imagined ivory fists of flowers
    And golden goblets filled with sunshine

    In my dreams i've felt hate and love
    I hate the ominous specter i reach for, yet love his bodeful mystery
    As if like the sunlight and darkness i could be encompassed by this mystery
    Placing forth my hands into these ivory gloves i grab this goblet forgotten by all
    And i drink, such sunshine as i've never tasted before

    In my dreams i can fly and often i do, over clouds and time itself
    I laugh completely negligent of my resting body on earth, i am free
    Even when i fall i fly back up, i cannot die

    In my dreams i can swim! To the deepest depths i reach, finding treasure and adventure, talking with fish and dancing with mermaids
    The water fills my lungs and the fish kiss the nape of my neck as i swim freely
    Such adventure i've seen yet cannot find it in this world

    In my life i've seen the clouds but shielded my eyes at the sun's mighty presence
    In my dreams the clouds are my pillows with which i battle against my mighty foes
    In my life death fills my heart with woe, empty of emotion i savor no thought of happiness, but in my dreams i speak with the departed and do you know what they say?
    They say that dreams are like ivory fists of flowers, firm but gentle, and golden goblets light the way

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  • by Peppermint_Ann on November 21st, 2008

    Peppermint_Ann

    *My Friend*

    Someone like you
    to talk to.
    Someone like you
    to share with.
    Someone like you
    to cry with; and
    Someone like you
    to laugh with.

    That's what I want
    That's what I need
    That's what I treasure
    That's what I love!

    I want you to be my *best friend*.
    My friend!

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  • by Rinky Dinky Do on November 21st, 2008

    Rinky Dinky Do

    Ok, I can't do poetry for anything, however, I did find this poem which I liked:

    A Poem by Meretricula

    Imagine how free
    And how relieved you'll feel!
    Becoming an atheist like me
    Has much appeal
    Don't pray to a snivelling god
    When you think you need a hand.
    When you feel an achin' in your bod,
    Try the soothing sounds of the Dave Matthews Band.

    Don't bother attending church
    Or wonder what Jesus would do.
    If guidance is for what you search,
    You'd be better off consulting the loo.

    Don't waste your time
    Worrying about heaven and hell.
    Enjoy yourself while in your prime
    For there is no afterlife in which to dwell.

    Do mind your ethics.
    Do appreciate all art.
    Do enjoy leisurely breakfasts.
    Do philosophise with Sartre.

    Do sleep in on Sundays.
    Do decorate a holiday tree.
    Do open your mind to others' ways.
    Do teach your mind to be free.

    If you cease to believe in a god in the sky
    What harm could there possibly be?
    You might feel quite alone, but why?
    At least no one's watching you pee.

    You won't be struck by a lightening bolt
    If you become deity free.
    In fact you'll feel a mind-numbing jolt
    And enter the realm of reality.

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  • by Shan is Purrrrrfectly Happy on January 6th, 2009

    Shan is Purrrrrfectly Happy

    Here's one for you ~ It's called Waves of Passion ~

    ~ Je succombe aux vagues de passion qui se lave par-dessus moi et m'immerge dans la mer vaste de votre amour~
    ~ Les vagues puissantes me balaient des rives loin de familières, mais je ne me sens pas perdu~
    ~ Votre amour est un buoy~ il éleve me et me garde à flot~
    ~ Je savoure chaque moment de savourer dans vos eaux et explorant toutes les côtes de votre âme~

    Translation~

    ~I succumb to the waves of passion that wash over me and immerse myself in the vast sea of your love~

    ~The powerful waves sweep me far from familiar shores, but I do not feel lost~

    ~Your love is a buoy~ it lifts me up and keeps me afloat~

    ~I savor every moment of luxuriating in your waters and exploring all the coasts of your soul~

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  • by Trouser Snake on November 21st, 2008

    Trouser Snake

    roses are red
    violets are blue
    ur love has made me bled
    and im done with you


    there once was a girl from Nantucket...

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  • by Sethdragon44 on September 6th, 2010

    Sethdragon44

    I guess I'm a little late, but here are a few of mine (I know it's a lot, but I think that these are really good, and I'd like to share them with the world):
    The One’s Tale
    By: The Dragon


    What arm is there to catch me?
    What net is there for safety?
    I am tossed upon an endless sea,
    I just want to be set free.

    But no one can ever save,
    The one who can’t be seen,
    For the one is the one brave,
    Soul to be so keen.

    To who may read what I write,
    You can never understand,
    What words cannot ignite,
    In this endless stand.

    To reach the endless end,
    To win the hopeless fight,
    To straighten the endless bend,
    Or to calm the longest fright.

    You must burn the pages,
    Re-dip the quill,
    Tame the fires of ages,
    And finally fulfill.

    What we have tried,
    What we have failed,
    All of our pride,
    Remove all our veils.

    In this hour,
    Of truth and of light,
    Evil gains power,
    The darkest night.

    What seems so right,
    Is forever wrong,
    Filled with light,
    And with song.

    But its true path,
    Reveals a tale,
    Of all the wrath,
    The most biting scale.

    The teeth of gold,
    The claws of white,
    The body so old,
    The mind so bright.

    What darkness could sway,
    And light could not,
    Will always obey,
    What I have forgot.

    And in the one’s hour,
    Of greatest need,
    The only true power,
    Is that of a seed.

    A seed of death,
    A seed of bad omen,
    Seeking the breath,
    Of all the betrothen.

    Of all the love,
    Of all the hate,
    What is of “of,”
    Could only be fate.

    The Reflection Of Perfection
    By: The Dragon



    The things that are perfect,
    The things that are great,
    The things that reflect,
    My love and hate.

    You, are that mirror,
    There on that wall,
    You are yourself,
    The fairest one of them all.

    When all have left,
    You can be there,
    With the smile you have,
    And the smell of your hair.

    Your wonderful shape,
    Your sparkling eyes,
    Just looking at you,
    Gives me butterflies.

    The lump in my throat,
    The tears in my eyes,
    The words that I wrote,
    Could not summarize.

    The way that I feel,
    The thoughts that I had,
    The permanent seal,
    What could make me more sad?

    The explosions inside me,
    I could never let out,
    The part you will see,
    Is only the doubt.

    My heart pumps my blood,
    My tears fall like rain,
    I will never forget,
    How crazy, how sane.

    The only thing,
    That drives me away,
    The song that I sing,
    Can not let me stay.

    If I sit in one place,
    I will surely die,
    I can’t keep this pace,
    Or see eye to eye.

    For the love of the sun,
    For the love of the moon,
    My heart weighs a ton,
    I must see you soon.

    My day is spent waiting,
    For when I see you,
    The rest I am rating,
    The things that I do.

    I feel like a child,
    How lonely, how cold,
    I remember you smiled,
    When I tried to be bold.

    I don’t know if you’ll see this,
    I don’t know if you’ll care,
    But I am is bliss,
    When we share the same air.

    They Clipped My Wings
    By: The Dragon

    They clipped my wings,
    But I tried to fly,
    I fell down beneath,
    An azure sky.

    Hurt and wounded,
    I found my way,
    Through this dark,
    And gloomy day.

    I walk through desert,
    I walk through rain,
    Nothing I know,
    Can cope with the pain.

    The sun and the moon,
    The heat and the cold,
    I will be home soon,
    A sight I shall behold.

    On broken wing,
    And flustered air,
    I try to sing,
    Of my despair.

    As I rise above the cloud,
    I see below the cold night,
    People there, they are so proud,
    And in my anguish I lose sight.

    Of what really matters,
    Of what’s really there,
    My dreams are in tatters,
    But no one cares.

    My dreams fall apart,
    My dreams rain down,
    On every heart,
    In that lonely town.

    Everyone will go there,
    Most will leave,
    But every hopeless prayer,
    Can not bring reprieve.

    The town will last,
    And escape the ravages of time,
    Remember the past,
    Remember the climb.

    Today But Not Tomorrow
    By: The Dragon

    Today,
    What is today?
    Today is the moment,
    Which can never say.

    Today I shall be,
    Surrounded in darkness,
    But light flows from beside me,
    It warms me, now less.

    If I could only say,
    If you could only know,
    I would not be so gray,
    This is painfully slow.

    I feel I must say,
    I feel you must hear,
    That today is the day,
    I shall never come near.

    Today is the day,
    Not yesterday or tomorrow,
    Today is the day,
    I express my sorrow.

    Tomorrow is nothing,
    There is nothing there,
    Just an impression,
    Of the burden I bear.

    Yesterday is forgotten,
    From the things I know,
    The future is rotten,
    Like the tale that I sew.

    If the world was perfect,
    You would be here,
    If the world was perfect,
    I would be there.

    If the world was perfect,
    There would be no doubt,
    If the world was perfect,
    There would be a route.

    If the world was perfect,
    I wouldn’t be shot,
    If the world was perfect,
    Oh, but its not.

    That means that you,
    Can not understand,
    That what makes me different,
    Is the side that I stand.

    I could never tell,
    And that kills me inside,
    But while I do dwell,
    I shall have to abide.

    To keep my distance,
    But my heart can’t help but scream,
    Do something, Do something,
    But it’s only a dream.

    A dream of fury,
    A dream of love,
    A dream of glory,
    A dream I’m sick of.

    A dream of compassion,
    A dream of rage,
    A dream of dreams ashen,
    A dream of a cage.

    A cage that traps me,
    And nobody cares,
    Just a decree,
    “Of the burden he bears.”

    Out of the darkness,
    I find the will,
    To tell you the truth…
    I love you Jill.

    When is enough, enough?
    By: The Dragon

    Here in a cave,
    Filled with right,
    I am a slave,
    Who can’t see the light.

    I fill will dread,
    For all I have lost,
    I must hear what I said,
    No matter the cost.

    The danger you face,
    The villain I trounce,
    In my embrace,
    Like a panther, I pounce.

    You stay with me,
    And I save you once more,
    I wish you could see,
    I hold the key to the door.

    I understand,
    Where others are lost,
    I can expand,
    And warm the frost.

    I kill the killer,
    I save the saved,
    I raise the pillar,
    To free the enslaved.

    But all is for naught,
    For you can not see,
    That all I have fought,
    Is for you to be free.

    For you to live,
    Without shadow of fear,
    For me to give,
    And stop the spear.

    For nothing so holy,
    Is blinded as much,
    As God’s greatest folly,
    Where He has lost touch.

    As He sits on his throne,
    Love showering down,
    He has not grown,
    Only polished His crown.

    For if He only knew,
    The way of the world,
    He would subdue,
    The feelings I hurled.

    And upon my soul,
    He would place gentle peace,
    And give a toll,
    For every caprice.

    For every you,
    And every me,
    For every wind flew,
    And every sea.

    On my heart’s branding,
    He would place a seal,
    Of understanding,
    For all that I feel.

    As my greatest friend,
    I need you to know,
    I can no longer pretend,
    Not to love you so.

    But don’t get me wrong,
    It isn’t the same,
    It doesn’t belong,
    On the same aim.

    I need to tell you,
    So you will see,
    My love for you,
    Is my love for the sea.

    Not as a lover,
    Or a girlfriend,
    But more than a cover,
    A universe to transcend.

    I hope you do not,
    Feel we are back where we were,
    For that is a thought,
    That brings me great fear.

    If you take this wrong,
    I will surely die,
    Stabbed by a prong,
    Lifted up to the sky.

    For this love is different,
    Like of a sister or fame,
    Something so bent,
    Is never the same.

    Why I Love You
    By: The Dragon

    I love you,
    How could I not,
    I feel your beauty,
    Like the treasure I’ve sought.

    When I steal a glimpse into your eyes,
    I forget about what’s bad,
    I forget about life,
    I forget to be sad.

    I forget about sorrow,
    I forget we are here,
    I don’t worry about tomorrow,
    I don’t worry about fear.

    I forget about knowing,
    I forget where we are,
    I don’t worry about flowing,
    I don’t care how far.

    I forget about love,
    I forget about hate,
    I don’t need a shove,
    I don’t need to be great.

    I forget about nothing,
    I forget about all,
    You don’t need to worry,
    I won’t let you fall.

    I won’t let you be angry,
    I won’t let you try,
    Because anger is evil,
    And it will make you cry.

    I hope one day to see you,
    In a state close to tears,
    So I can be there,
    To help soothe your fears.

    And I can protect you,
    With a gentle bouquet,
    And while you are blue,
    I shall softly say,

    “You must cry,
    From bad experiences you’ve had,
    Or else they’ll consume you,
    And make you mournfully sad.”

    You have a beauty,
    Indescribable to me,
    A soul so deep,
    It rivals the sea.

    I wish I could tell you,
    The expanse of my love,
    But I am askew,
    With no idea what to speak of.

    I could tell you,
    That you are my greatest desire,
    How my love burns inside me,
    Like a great roaring fire.

    I could try to detail,
    How badly I want you,
    But would only fail,
    For the length of my queue.

    I could explain,
    That I cherish our time,
    And without you, I pain,
    And when I’m with you, bells chime.

    I could tell you of these comparisons,
    But it would all be for naught,
    For they couldn’t begin to tell,
    Of the feelings I’ve fought.

    So in the midst of this madness,
    I try to avoid sinking,
    As I can’t help thinking,
    That when I look in your eyes I know…

    I forget about fighting,
    I forget about war,
    You have the power,
    To make my soul soar.

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  • by Scrappy on June 1st, 2009

    Scrappy

    True friends are really hard to find
    Everyone seems to play with my emotions and my mind

    I am a good person so why can't people see
    That a really good friend to them what I could be

    You see my faults and love me just the same
    When I call you friend, you fit the name

    Some days there are no reasons to smile
    But, you always take the time to go that extra mile

    To cheer me up and let me know
    "I care for you, please don't be low”

    You let me know I am important to you
    and that I can come to you when I am feeling blue

    I wish that you could look inside my heart and really see
    just what you are and what you mean to me

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  • by anonymous on February 10th, 2009

    anonymous

    A vase can be shattered and thrown away
    The flowers will wither and die within days
    But friendship is something that has to be treasured
    For true friends will care for you without measure
    Yet be careful with thoughts and words that are spoken
    Since friendship can sometimes be easily broken.

    ©Laura Bennett©

    A broken heart
    Stops and starts
    Stuttering, trying to work

    Cold as frost
    Wandering, lost
    Forgotten what it's like to be whole.

    With fiery heat
    A faltering beat
    That roars to life once more

    Already strong
    No longer wrong
    Remembering what it lives for.

    ©Laura Bennett©

    What do y'all think?

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  • by fsheep on June 1st, 2009

    fsheep

    See me, see me now
    Come on, I will find a way somehow,

    See me look, see me stare
    Why can’t you tell that I am there?

    I say hello and you just walk on by
    Each time you ignore me a piece of me seems to die

    Why won’t you notice me?
    Why can’t you see?

    I can’t go on like this
    If I went I would be the one person you didnt miss.

    One day you will see me and it will be too late
    I will not wait

    One day I will be some one
    Then you will realise that we could have had fun

    You will realise what you did
    You will realise I was that kid

    You never looked at me twice
    And now you will pretend to be nice

    I will not forget what you did to me
    One day you will remember and see

    I am better than you
    I always knew

    I was stupid to think that you were better than the rest
    You seem to think that you are the best

    One day you will see
    See all that you did to me
    And you will be sorry!


    i wrote this about a girl that is in love with a boy at er school. he doesnt even realise that she is there.

    then one day she realizes that he is not worth it, she see's what she was blind to before. she see's that he is a mean person, and that she is better than him and always was!! =)

    i've entered this one in a competition, tell me what you think plz! thanks! ;)

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